Castiel drops in on Sam and Dean's meeting, and a very shocking fact is revealed. How will this sparse end?


Dean had wings. That was the only message blaring like a bright neon sign in Sam's head. Almost as loud and in his face as the humongous shadow of them spread over the wall of the plant. The great wings shuddered and then they were gone, along with Dean. Sam spun around and saw Dean standing next to Castiel before Castiel even saw him there. Dean threw a punch, but Castiel was gone, on the other side of Sam now. Castiel flapped his wings again, and this time Dean was right behind him. Fifteen meters away from Sam, Castiel came crashing down to the floor, with Dean's bare feet planted squarely in his back. Castiel groaned, his eyes seemed faraway, trying to out run the pain that was no doubt racking his body. Dean looked at Sam. His eyes were black and red.

"Sam, listen to me." Dean spoke in a hurry. "These angels don't want to help you, they didn't want to help me. They only care about getting the upper hand in the apocalypse. They stopped caring about humans a long time ago." Dean stepped off of Castiel, leaving behind foot prints that didn't seem to look human.

"But I'm giving you the chance to be on the winning side, and lay down the worries and burdens that you and I have carried all these years."

Sam took a step back. "If you can say that, then you really aren't my brother. He would never give in to a side. He and I both knew there was no winning side!" The words made Sam feel a little better. A little.

"Well put, Sam." Castiel grabbed Dean's shoulder and gripped tight. Dean twisted out of his grasp, the sound of tearing fabric and ripping seams along with a single wing flap, and Dean was on the other side of Sam, placing him between Dean and Castiel. Dean's shirt dangled from Castiel's fist. Dean quickly placed and arm in front of his torso and turned to the side, concealing something. Sam could see the zigzagged rash had far exceeded just Dean's face. It looped under his armpits and in different sections across his ribs. Sam could see where the line continued past the waistline of his pants.

"Castiel, you bastard." Dean growl. Heaven, Earth, and Hell stood there for a few seconds glaring at each other.

There was a sudden pounding on the roof. It sounded like someone was taking a boulder and dropping it on the roof. The separate sheets of roofing waved and flapped, as if from a very strong wind. The screech of metal, and suddenly there was a gaping hole in the roof. A second one appeared not too far behind it. There was a sound like a flurry of wings. Sam blinked and suddenly they were all surrounded by people, These people didn't seem to have anything in common, they were of all races and ethnicity. But they all shared the same intense, emotionless expression that Sam would see on Castiel.

"Look closely, Dean. You too, Sam." Castiel said, dropping Dean's shirt on the floor. "This may be the only time you will ever see an entire angel garrison."

Suddenly the air was filled with the sound of flapping. Sam could see the flurry or wings and bodies swirling around Dean. No matter how many times he tried to fly away, Dean always ended up getting smacked back into the middle. The angels were assaulting him. Sam could see Dean's body whipping this way and that and his face twisting him pain. His head snapped back and forth and soon blood was flying from his lips.

Dean was beaten down on his knees. His head was bowed and the angels continued to assault him. Red bruising was already beginning to show on his back and chest. The air around Dean crackled with red sparks. A very dark feeling filled the air, chilling Sam and raising the hairs on the back of his neck.

Throwing his arms wide and releasing a deep-throated bellow, a red blast emanated from Dean and knocked all the angels away, sending them crashing into the walls and ceiling. Sam blocked his face as angels flew past him, bracing himself as the red shock-wave passed through him. Some of them recovered, standing in place for a while catching their breath. Most of them didn't get back up. Sam looked at Dean and saw him standing there shirtless and battered, looking like he had lost a fight with a bulldozer. Pain twisted on his cut up face. But it didn't seem like pain from the beating he had just received. Dean's breathing got heavier and he grunted from a pain that was growing inside him.

"Behold, Sam." Castiel was standing right next to him. "Behold the true form of a demon."

Dean shut his eyes tight, and his hands hovered over his right side, but didn't touch the skin. Sam could see a that zigzagged line from his rash passed right over his ribs, just below his pectoral. Blood was rushing to the area. The line turned into a scar, and blood started streaming down Dean's side. Sam saw Dean's eyes flicker from red to green. The scar dug deeper, as if someone invisible was carving through the skin relentlessly. The skin started to separate, and instead of revealing pink bone, Sam saw black spikes through all the blood.

Dean's hands were hovering over the wound, like he was trying to cover it up, yet he was also afraid to touch it. The wound suddenly burst open, and the black spikes separated out into what looked like teeth. A large red tongue lolled out, licking up the blood around the wound. A scream escaped Dean's mouth, but it also seemed to come from the mouth on his side. The mouth had no lips, but the skin on the top and bottom acted like so. The back of the mouth couldn't be seen, disappearing into the depths of Dean's body.

The mouth opened up and a hungry, high pitched cry rang out solely from that mouth. Dean straightened up, hiding the obvious pain in his face poorly. The mouth right over his ribs snapped a few times and then hung slightly open, as if the large black, pointed teeth prohibited it from closing completely. Dean had a look of pure hatred on his face, directed exactly at Castiel.

Sam was dumbfounded. It was as if after all the bad things he had seen happen to his brother, this was the worst, and his mind couldn't take it. Sam could feel himself shutting down, and for a second, he thought he was going to faint. Sam steeled himself and lowered his eyes to Dean's feet. He couldn't will himself to look at his brother, if, in fact, that's what he still was.

"You can't stop me, Castiel. You or you angel family. It's your fault I'm like this in the first place." The venom in Dean's voice was magnified by the power he was pouring out. "The world will start over, and this time, there won't be any hunters. Because there will be nothing left to hunt."

A whirl wind of dust and debris, and then Dean was gone. Sam, Castiel, and a whole garrison of injured angels stood alone and silent in the plant. Castiel suddenly started breathing shaky breaths, like keeping up his angel warrior bravado in front of Dean had taken a lot of energy. Other angels seemed to be reacting the same way. Was Dean really so powerful the he could make even angels breakdown in fright? All the angels tilted their heads skyward.

"God help us all." Their voices rang out as one.


Dean flew back to the regular hotel room in Colorado, where he had told Bella to wait with Hendrix, in a matter of seconds. When he appeared in the room without a shirt and bruises all over, Bella shot to her feet.

"What happened?" She exclaimed. Dean finally felt the fatigue start to wash over him, and he stumbled into her arms. She caught him and dragged him over to the bed. When he flopped down onto the mattress and groaned, Bella saw the mouth on his ribs and stared. Dean looked up when she fell silent and saw her staring at his knew feature. He immediately felt embarrassed and laid an arm over it.

"It was bound to happen. There's going to be more." Dean hurried to explain himself. Bella laid a finger on his lips, and Dean was shocked to see that her eyes were filled with a fiery lust, instead of fear and disgust, like she expected.

Bella didn't even say a word, but leaned in and planted a good one on Dean. When she pulled away, both of them knew that there was no stopping once it got started.

"I don't understand..." Dean said, with a confused, worried look on his face.

"I told I wouldn't leave you, remember?" Bella kissed him again, and it might have actually been a beautiful sight, a match made in Hell. Literally.

"I missed you. And I find this to be a major turn on." She gently placed fingers on the mouth, and the tongue sneaked out a little to get a quick taste of her skin. She shivered with pleasure, and opened her eyes to see Dean smiling wickedly.

They started, kissing lightly at first, Dean's other mouth hanging open, maybe hoping to get some, too. But suddenly Dean pushed Bella back gently. He gazed up at her and his eyes were pleading.

"You need to help me." Dean said grasping her arms. "I need to find the right place to complete the transformation. Then, after, everything will begin. It needs to be a place where the energy of the earth is strongest."

Bella smiled. "I know exactly the place. But if this is the last night of you being normal, let's try to enjoy ourselves."

Dean sank back with a satisfied sigh. Everything was going to be alright. Very soon, he would jump start his own apocalypse. But for now, he would sink into the fiery throws of demonic passion with Bella.


A/N: Eeeeewwwww... well everything will be set straight sooner or later...maybe;) Basing the demon form off of this .com/art/Birth-of-a-Demon-166238087

But, you know, with my imagination, it'll probably be a little uglier. Please! read, review, and enjoy!